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"..a happily ever after below the waist."
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

“..I’m an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love.” –Taking Back Sunday

I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


al/alister; the resident couch potato.
Anderson D./Andy
arvy.
audreyyyy.
bamba.
The BarBars.
bets/betina.
bianca.
brittany & casey.
cheenyka.
chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
dindin, dingdong.
disconinjas.
ells; the Fall Out Boy chic.
hannah c.
hudaaaaa.
ice.
ickbal.
iman.
izaq.
jammie.
jana.
jemuel.
joakk/joey/quack.
jolin.
joel
jovan.
justin.
kathrine.
katkat/kathrina.
kathleen.
kevin
kim.
kriztine abigail.
krizteena.
leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
melanie a.
Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
Nicholle Zoe.
nikita.
nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
steessh; the LOUD.
tashaa/nats; for cookies click here.
tiaraaa.
timmy.
umi; the taller one.
ummi syahirah.
wryck.
viel.
yerraaa.
yvonne&rora.
yzma/amelia/ismey
zim.
zim & friends.
zul.




ENCORE

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Chelsea: Poster Girl for the Anti-FaceBook 9:49 PM

I am so sleepy. Sleep has taken over most of my school days this year. Uh-huh. I fall asleep in class everyday now and it’s practically a habit of mine now, like eating and biting anything within an arm’s reach. Honestly. Just can’t get enough of sleep. So anyway, I’m gonna make this quick cause you know... I wanna sleep.

 

So... my friends are being FaceBook-ist to me. It’s kinda like racism only to a more serious level and revolves mostly around the fact that you don’t have a FaceBook instead of being yellow or something (I mean seriously, I’m not even yellow). Honestly, people. The world is conspiring against me all because I don’t have a FaceBook. Everyone’s got a freaking FaceBook now. Everyone except me. And Rona. And Mickko. Right.

 

I don’t despise FaceBook or anything; I simply think that it’s way too much commitment for me. I mean honestly, look at Kiks! He’s freaking addicted to FaceBook now! “I’m gonna be one of those people who stay up all night just FaceBooking! FaceBook, FaceBook, FaceBook!” Seriously! It’s addictive just like crack cocaine and like uh, like... something you can get addicted to!

 

 

Izaq: Chelsea, the world will conspire against you just because you don’t have a FaceBook. We’re conspiring against you already!

 

*****

 

[having lunch at some Chinese place]

 

Chels: Where’s my drink? How come Marlo and Kiks get drinks and I don’t?

Izaq: That’s cause you don’t have a FaceBook.

 

****

 

Izaq: Chelsea! Get a darn FaceBook already! Even Teacher Celia has a FaceBook!

 

****

 

Izaq: Get a FaceBook already! You’re the only one who doesn’t have a FaceBook!

Chels: Oh yeah? Rona and Miks don’t have FaceBooks! HAH! We’re gonna make our own group: The Anti-FaceBook Kids.

Kiks: Yeah? Well, I’m gonna burn you all!

Chels: You do know you’re gonna kill your bite buddy, your bestfriend and your favorite cousin?

Kiks: I don’t care. It’s FaceBook man!

 

 

You see what FaceBook has done to them?! You won’t see that happening to me, no sir. I’m not gonna be some crazed FaceBook user who spends every single waking moment with a computer FaceBooking, playing pointless FaceBook games, sending each other “pokes” while staying awake till the wee hours of dawn, eye bags growing ever so bigger, flooding my significant other’s FaceBook wall. No sir. Not that I do have a significant other, I don’t, not really, no, but that’s not the point! You won’t catch me going nuts over FaceBook, nu-uh.

 

I wanna go now. My bed is calling and I don’t have a FaceBook to attend to unlike so many of you people. Hah. And do remember, I do NOT have anything against FaceBook, sheesh, I just don’t want one.

 

Oh, and I forgot to mention. We’re off to KB Town again tomorrow for the shooting of the 3rd episode. I suppose you’d expect me to be bouncing off the edge of my seat in sheer excitement right now, added by insomnia due to the memory of the last roadtrip to KB but... you’re wrong. I don’t feel that hyped up about it that much right now.

 

I don’t know why. I feel so... indifferent. Maybe it hasn’t sunk in yet or something. Or maybe some things have changed. Like the fact that Eddie is no longer our freaking emcee. Like, dammit. I can’t imagine the roadtrip without Eddie. It’s like a premature Armageddon all over again coupled with the fact that I—okay, almost way too much information than you should know.

 

But anyway, maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow to find my mood’s switched over so that it’ll be synonymous with rainbows and unicorns. Okay, that’s not me. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow to find I’m Chelsea again. Oh wait, no. It still sucks to be me. Well, it’s better than whoever’s staying up all night just FaceBooking. [sticks tongue out]

 

Okay, I seriously have got to go. I can hear the sound of an angry mob outside my door, sharpening their knives and carrying their pitchforks and torches about to burn my house down just cause I don’t have a bloody FaceBook. Oh look, the mob leader looks familiar. Oh wait, hang it, it’s Kiks! Oh, why am I not surprised?

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July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-Joshua: Poster Boy for the Socially Dysfunctional
-I Rode the Bus and I Liked It: Bus Rides With Miko...
-Indecision Is a Bitch (Pardon the Vulgarity)
-How Do You Know The Difference Between Total Faith...
-And This Is Why There Are Gaps Where Posts Should'...
-Trainee's Pollution Part II: Frustrating Temps & F...
-Trainee's Pollution
-It’s Undesired Apathy Anyway
-The Destitution of Apathy
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